Monica Lewinsky is binge-watching her favorite new TV series, Orange is the New Black, she writes today in her first online column for Vanity Fair. But even a big fan has her limits, and it's led to some new insights.

The show about the clammy, cloistered, corrupt world of a women's prison reminds her, she writes, that she herself was once threatened with being locked up, during that unpleasantness of 1998. (Just Google it.)

At one point, one of her lawyers told her, "You better think carefully on this, Monica, or you'll find yourself in an orange jumpsuit."

" 'Orange," I remarked, "is not my color.' (Don't ever let it be said I am without gallows humor.)"

Years later, Lewinsky is riveted by OINB's compelling story lines and emotionally nuanced characters. Then, in Episode 11, she heard those detested words coming out of her TV: Her last name, used as a vulgar euphemism for a sex act, and DNA.

"I did what I usually do in these situations where the culture throws me a shard of my former self. After the cringing embarrassment, the whiff of shame, and the sense that I am no longer an agent running my own life, I shuddered, I got up off the sofa, and I turned it off."

But no more cringing, she says. Now she's taking lessons from the stories of others who have have "lost command of their public narratives," learning to shake it off, take control and turn to Twitter or other social media to fight back.

"They turn the attack on its head and use it as an opportunity for self-definition, instead of just taking blood as they go down," she says.

She cites the tale of a 14-year-old New Jersey girl, who was bullied and body-shamed online until she posted a sassy photo of herself posing in a bathsuit, butt to camera, atop the graffiti insults scrawled on some rocks.

Her picture not only went viral, she's now an online ambassador and blogger against body-shaming, Lewinsky reports admiringly.